Here is a poem I wrote just before Ramadan began, the INTENDED formatting of stanzas seems to have been scuppered though:
In this Duniya*
We are akin to nothing,
But the bees of Jannah.**
Drowsy with wistfulness
In a droning hour;
Diligently seeking tastes
From every known flower.
Desperately hoping as we hop
That our weight does not upend
The translucent flower cup
On which we sit at present –
Then fleeting go.
On to other nourishment.
But the bee knows not regret
Commits nothing of consequence to repent:
Yet our grace is in looking toward the firmament,
Upon the mercies that He sent.
Although we wander in the dark,
Consider this in thankfulness:
We go not blindly,
Because He is ours
And ‘Lo, He said, ‘We have adorned Our lowest Heaven
With stars…’ ***
(Copyright © Pola Negri 04/06/2015.)
Key: * The world, ** Heaven, *** This is a direct quote of ‘Ayat ul-Mulk’ 67:5 Al-Qur’an.
For the next stretch of time I may or may not post as I am busy making up the fast days I missed in Ramadan.
The Qur’an has a lot of merciful options for people who are unwell/pregnant/in need of regular medication. In my case, I like to make up my fast days at a later date as I don’t like the idea of debt (which is considered a sin) and especially a debt to God, as long as I am capable of repaying it.
I know however that for my own body, I cannot do more than three fast days in a row due to dehydration risks exacerbating bipolar symptoms. So in that case, I’m also ‘repaying’ this debt with rest days in between.
~ Pola ~